Crayons (for Dale)

[Tiger the Lion]

When I was young,
spilling over with inky passion
and too sprite to feel a duty to cap it,
I wanted to write about my generation.

I wanted to sing with an upbeat heart,
a peacock pen
and the pretense that protest was new.
I wanted to ‘Howl’.

Now, maybe of lesser ideal,
I draw a sharp, new brown crayon
from my box of brightly coloured stubs,
and intend to scribble through the night.

I swear, my friend, if I get it just right,
I’ll find the juice in these legs
to run –
and nail it at All Saint's door –
before the last dawn,
before crayons are outlawed for good.

[rayheinrich]

Quite wonderful. If Dale doesn't feel admired, his feelings are wrong.

particularly liked "inky passion"
writing media as a metaphor for writing is what gave us 'writing' in the
first place - writers are nothing if not incestuous.

and crayons...
i wore dem out long time ago, only things i got is sidewalk chalk

[Tiger the Lion]

Thank you Ray. I've learned so much here in a short time- From many you. In particular, Dale's brand of blunt observation has been just the thing I needed. - Paul

[scoff]

When I was young,
spilling over with inky passion
and too sprite to feel a duty to cap it,
I wanted to write about my generation.

I wanted to sing with an upbeat heart,
a peacock pen
and the pretense that protest was new.
I wanted to ‘Howl’.

Now, maybe of lesser ideal,
I draw a sharp, new brown crayon
from my box of brightly coloured stubs,
and intend to scribble through the night.

I swear, my friend, if I get it just right,
I’ll find the juice in these legs
to run –
and nail it at All Saint's door –
before the last dawn,
before crayons are outlawed for good.

I love the reference in L8. It's not that I'm a big fan of that poem or that style, but I cannot fail to recognize the impact it had on writers of his and subsequent generations.

I love the playful tone of this as well. As a writer, I think the crayons are a perfect metaphor for my own poetry. Pass me a pale blue stub (if you have one you can spare.)

[Tiger the Lion]

When I was young,spilling over with inky passionand too sprite to feel a duty to cap it,I wanted to write about my generation.I wanted to sing with an upbeat heart,a peacock pen and the pretense that protest was new.I wanted to ‘Howl’.Now, maybe of lesser ideal,I draw a sharp, new brown crayon from my box of brightly coloured stubs,and intend to scribble through the night.I swear, my friend, if I get it just right,I’ll find the juice in these legsto run –and nail it at All Saint's door –before the last dawn,before crayons are outlawed for good.

I love the reference in L8. It's not that I'm a big fan of that poem or that style, but I cannot fail to recognize the impact it had on writers of his and subsequent generations.

I love the playful tone of this as well. As a writer, I think the crayons are a perfect metaphor for my own poetry. Pass me a pale blue stub (if you have one you can spare.)

Thanks for reading and commenting, Scoff. You're welcome to my crayons anytime.

[Erthona]

"Quite wonderful. If Dale doesn't feel admired, his feelings are wrong."

Of course I do Ray,
what a silly thing to say!
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Paul,

I like this line "spilling over with inky passion", that's a great line.

I also like the interlinear rhymes dawn-crayon, and of course the allusions.

Thanks for the crayons Paul.

Dale